Who are the Nabobs

Nawab
of the Nautch girl
Kohi - Hi- Noor
smile high
you blessed light
shine
the
pain
out
of
creatures
thine mechanisms built.

Pain go away
love stay still.

Wha Walt Whitman would have done...

Noting glossy
sheen of blades
grass.

Nothing new
blossom of possums
green.

Walt
wicked you man
dreamer.

Keats thou
waker
shell.

LOVE.

Are prisms prisons of mind

Let any of damned
spell
intellect
Intelligent
Human.

Miserable lying flying objects
lost
oceans
Kindred
Waiting.

The game started
stealth
scorn
dismissal
agony.

Mars please return my soul
disappeared
radar
dirty
scoundrel.

Paris will not burn.
Peace its second name.

Buddha Bar
book me in kindly.

Thank youse good heart

to show the universe
that Art
wins
Karma
beyond belief.

thank you
Indon
for
Su and Bros
and its efforts.

Killing is meaningless
Art
save
some more
Again.

Blind

Made of clay
blank sheet canvas
persona non grata
bling a storm.

Foolish dreamers thou
inverted commas inward
stem tide sea
run no hail.

Lead
Blood
Cold.

Paris will never
lie.

Venus never give
up.

Mars shake tremors
human.

Why so many heads bro.

Black and white
corrosive metal
music
sport
food
not spared.

Draw life not grief
red was what
returned
art
war
drama unfold
Paris of the Buddha Bar.

This Intertext will
expose the cause of
Third World War.
A wave of new digital freedom
operated by
providers
brewed up this storm
of disaster.

Free thought
left to breed.

Rainbow
colours
waves
shades
slopes
slides
natural green.

Idiots
kill
maim
brutalize
bomb
shape
brutal ideologies.

Blame game
name shame.

Was a
man droned yesterday.

Or the day before
depending on the location you woke up in the events
of new news of silly madness
without a method.

Written on each cut
was a signature
 madness
ignorance
animal
beast.

West
lest
Mars
shines
Venus
will
hide.

Jump a Lahiri

Story
for
next
do readings count
Rush 1001
newly anointed
bard's day.

Like ability
rote of non learning
cards of business
rent tenant
sell 101
oddly sunny
nevertheless.

Or slide
slope
of rope.

Trope
disco.

Planets fly.

Armourchink

Galore
where  link look
chasm
of Disaster
Minister look
back
bee just stung.

Fever odd
non numerical
shroud
leap of faith
Sir Ignore
game
snakes even ladders.

Am
equals less percentage
then from now.

Does that matter
Darth.

Next living
water.

Flow
flow
into green moons.

Limit Space Non-Linear

Time
Space
and conundrum.

Real
Image
and water.

March
Destiny
and peace.

Nomadic
Mind
and exploration.

Sleep
parallel.

Bring down the spring

Swing the nuts
bang on head
cranes bent
colour red
among orange vests

Ran
a
game
Not had
what thou had.

Green reflection
mirror.
 
Horns golden
Catalonia.

Spanish armada.

Water lies still here goes thirst

Day of Queen
rapt eye
non cognisant stars
far way
stream fly
thither
gleam
jump
far.

Little waster land
buns gullets
open skies
non-super moon
water water not a drop to drink.
Alive death.

Words scribbled
in
air.

Stamp the Cenitpede

In a newer way
run away them
straight into oblivion
I had or not.

Jam rules
over buns
dance jumps non knowing
Derrida wake sleep.

Trains run your wheels right
spam store memory random
time meta-physical
Mars next batch on your way.

Save one tentacle
and thou shall be found.

Stamp Ignorance.

Stems and Prisms

Of glowing rainbow
shining glass
pale death like shadows
dream zany.

pulses rearing nerves
glistening glaze
zoom life like alien
live hazy.

rose purple thorn
red flow
stem like colour brown
easy lacy.

Stem prism the light.

.

Zorro

Dream cape
non canopy
rush the
current
wind.

push
fragments
here thither moreover
wood just cut
back as coal.

that Mex hood.

The Newer Wasteland

not wrote that thou
Sir
of the Kings of the folklore
free verse
freer people.

Stairs up cometh
tryst loneliness
of the Kings of the islands
maiming people.

Like dwelling image
exact
stones of time
remodelled drifted
swept by love.

Shall sweep
we
Sir the Girth
of
Space.

Silent bodies

Jell
swell
re-birth the fish of swarm
from them cells.

Taken
once and for all
stems of jellies
of fish kind.

Numbers do they come before
the word
spoken written
described.

Radio
Video
Audio
Foolish

Heart
Mind
Soul
Bodies.

Close
what?

The Birds-- relaoded

Swam the tide
rode
recklessly
wither
neither
twitter
games.

Master can we
redo
birds
again
coming
soon
within.

The movie
of the flying
pest.

This time larger
bigger
shocking.

Mad cars
gas.

Re mix
new birds.

Bullets non drive

Sump of mum
dongles stealth
wanes of nothing
days spent
waiting.

Sky swallow does
angles doles
shams  glimmer light
nights awake
dominoes.

Play the
God.

A new bay newer beach

Cold
warm
still
no show sell out
hiding
self.

Till
noon
when the sun sets
cold
flashing
true.

Blue is the beach
green gate.

Slam bang
out
contexts and deep
benefit.

Befit the world
or live your lies.

Say Mosquito lays

Eggs
to
the warranty of spruced bites
so get the
jamz out
and do it.

Does
works
bites space but drive madness
yell jell
lose done out.

Next is the
week
weak
will tweak.

What will you do?

Paperboy

Shell leaves dry
kind disaster
of pure lies
Jump
jump
the silken roots
ditty
Do.

Blind
loss flew
them low
save
Save
a face hidden
ditty
Do.

Rob you in
dob you out..

Slime
sleep.

Dam of water
open up
now.

Myths or gloss

Of conspiracy
smirk of debris
dunes of sea water
and lull of dialogue.

Stems of barnacles
steel mesh
some where cold.

Vertical dive
guided landing.

Tremors of pangs.

broken image

Swelling the blue
None non truths
nor normal pies
easy lie
brunt or grunts.

Say west is East
Down is soft
Wings like splash of swim.
Gored planes never
Fly.

Channel ideas

Like change happens growl
of cloud
and pitter of rain.

Spat of bother
and heaps pain.

What colour you wore
the day of  blast
when sky
apparently went flew/lost
still searching soul.

Block wall
shock of quake.

Drill dreams
new-clear.

piece

to search
or music of soul
new-romantics
jump the bowl
peace but no piece.

Walt Whitman, Sir real surreal

Leaves of Grass quote
the poem.

Boats
how can you surpass
planes,t/
rains and automobiles.

Build arsenals
develop war
for whose lands
or
is Lands.

Game
how time
plays.

Shallow
sand the Sun
glow.

Free.

Hock Eye Joe

plays with crooked curve
Ulia with straight bat
A after B
and then comes
the cat.

When

The Happening
is real
now
then
further upon

Times sleep and creep up on the sleeve
looking there
where it was.

Jump
up and down
push carts
dwell deep.

Poem
is thou not this?

What Eve and ..... upto

The mystery
unravels in mist of  rain
spellings mistakes not big disasters of
yore.

Jumping Jacks
leaping wizards
create yarns
float boats.

How to build a wall from bricks

Blam swallowing sky
and uncluttered story
erupts
shells sells on coast.

Tinkering with clues

That was then
in a half storm
jinxed ghouls came up

skulls
brimming fire.

The gulls watched as they flew
backwards
pulled
horizontally perpendicular like the art of Barret Browning.

Swift and shaft
dwell on desire.

Crew Albotross shake a gig

Nose dives first
shakes not water nor air
nostrils in deep pushy waters
air begone stars lay low.

Minus the calendar
this how did it
maths conjuring lives
or retelling lies.

Fresh start to a dead life
stems of rose touching ground.

Coleridge why
did you write?

So May will be Sia

Hope drown in despair
still time show how
whodunit.

Lost
beyond
scope
tiller of land
dig some fresh graves
buried memory.

Leaves of Grass.

Kindred living
what was their instance of telling.

Floated into
corridors tubes hanging spells
shells coasting.

As far as disaster
unfolds.

Search and given up blue

For green
so vast is the soul
firmaments draw
blinks of awakening in sleep
Ocean culprit
sky forbear fantastical places shadowy.

A person not accounted for.

Fair is the wind
and tide is at swell
June saves May.

New news
name change
certified operation need be ignored.

Jam is fruit
traffic chaos
search
if you can look.

Welcome your
Holiness.

Polar bear care now

Fir on fur for
shaken lands and places
which thou shall rain in 6.

For the relentless heat
stems of death
seams of cloth.

Shallow shallow
dry state
possibilities on.

Can ya da
as in Ire
go tell.

Victorian not nonny state from land of cold

Polar bears never have to endure
the 45 degrees
of heat
cold
and rare shirt front
is this nonny state.

Radio rabbits
the spin of
population control
do thou have a spanner.

To screw heads
or bill
the media as Velvety
Jingo.

Ham
it up
Sir
respected.

Victorian
as in Brown
ing.

The dash
goes missing.

Crimson deeds

Pure truth
never shall be impure
never shall stagnate
these pools.

Eight and ten winged
flutter
vice in a dice
roll up cheer.

Purple robes
does of Forest
music lull
stings of composure.

Eat
as live.

Topically Serious

Trope
a note
review paradigms
slope a hope
windy glows
eerie winds
shatter.

Eternity
stars
the stroll on the beach
is that
new.

Cats with bright eyes
ask
why my temple bangles explored
meaningless.

Why Ramses
either one or two
left a crypto or two.

The island lied in their
myth
of seeing objects larger,

The word of sense.

And of course Sensibility.

Air

Cannot live without it
not an a space station
not in a jumper.

The nerve of landscape artery
my Earth
also the Epicentre of various glories.

The birth of an Volcano
shall not explore radio
what we hear
is what should be the capability to see.

Shooting in dark
is not what Art wants.

Blotting paper
is the equi
of
Incognito.

Shall water repair Air.

Fuildity

Rows up sands
chills like Nitro
sounds funny
encounters true self
and dissuades all attempts of
delusion.

Like a borrowed
lair
shutting out ideas
exploding on earthquaked,
jumping yalks
claw back.

Is also a better street than
reading backwards
slow the crawl
leads to a Zenith.

Does
wall crawl.

When Earth shakes it does.

True.

Fluid

Lava
Earth
lies
smooth
music
power think
act
for
sky and stars
if
the
hallidron
experiment.

Collision
shakes
souls
and soul is energy.

The passing away of souls
or birth gives light.

In a conundrum of
sound soul.

Decipher
levels.

The Alchemist Ben Johnson

Trombay blues
shall sing new jukes
rolling heads
slaving thrones.

Shoals of moat
islands of
coal erupting steamy fire
lava flowing.

Burn desire
as
Budddha said
eventually.

Sulking Sun

Shine
when you can
Even sleep tight
then die as told.

The dice I hold
will throw
disaster on your base
more eggs dead.

Look out
the storm
will get worse
blue will be relentless.

dreams shattered
sons done
what are you asking for
petty comers.

The receptionist
does it all
did it then when you in
top of the floor.

New casks will
be made
non to visit and respect
but kicked out.

Shall books of yours
save this
morrow or after day
certain is the boot.

Go trams
trains
and
non people.

Shot in the crossed mark

hung up in that cross
shall Mary take me down
or sea draw
a new dice.

Landing
into Eternity
sorry you
never said bye
it was all abrupt.

Casks of wine
never bought
nor sold
the
image still on.
Fly high parrots and other birds.

Bombay anglo velvet

Shows on screen
lovers since
school
shadows of meet
gut and stomach out
tell us how to do or not.

Fly Sydney
go Melbourne
fry in the pan
wake up Eve
as in
silent lovers.

Like text
dynamite to blow up
ideas
in May
now
say will I flu or fly.

Bald
white
pate
of no
egg
shine.

Trains
have to be a tram
at time
Victorian structures
solidly built
collapse.

Kim step down Flu donot show up

Rain
shall show how not
the bug be got.

With a bum worth
a million
share it not.

The agony of
blooming heists
share of taxman.

Cringe -worthy times
how will
the blanket fall.

Blood is red
as in human
crossed.

Look Hallidron
do
not collide.

The best will
be shown.

Slam dunk say 90 kgs

The fly will
give in as if head first
pants last.

Organised crime
is usually not noticed
nor a novice job.

The joke on you.
Sherlock Holmes
please teach
how to read.

Never came home afterbootscoot

The grave pre made
needed just a little ego
to dash
In Kings park.

Then it was
all easy
to turn the tables.

Head first
push in and
the
brave boot scout
never knew
that files
can tell stories.

Suffer not she did
pain though
of the betrayal
redemption
of
her lie
and wings to both.

Cold beer
is
what is asked not
a task force
for another farce.

Blow your pipes.

No Rain no Gain

Shall
rain not fall
or Earth not move
Picasso sent to blue bins.

Not shall
this happen
Arts makes life
its subjects kill
when apart.

love
fills
the gap.

But sellers
your bounty of wares
sell  Other.

Goods
Godots
Glam.

New romantic
poetry.

Martin Scorcese

The guns
real
in BV.

Killing concepts
on screen
yet replicate the
brutal real true self
shedding blood red.

Why shall a
musical inspired film
go bang bang.

Magic realism.

Show us
BV 2.

Why shall be Bombay Velvet the 100 years of Solitude

Simply because
magic realism
sustains the tempo
in
a new format.

Sequel
asks for Dev D Abhay Deol
to essay a role.

Trumpets bloom
in
new context as
odd pictures collides
Indi Baz  L;
hedonistic and clear depiction
of colour, fun, truth
and life fills canvas of screen.

Concepts taboo
yet real life are showed like
clear images
shots of Old Bombay.

Deconstruction
of text is a theory
higher than
representation.

It is in fact the collision
of Ideas
on the core of Onions theory.

The meaning lies
outside
the subject.

Decentered
the Subject//Object
core is eroded.

The Object
then is
real magic.

A show of colour.

Kites can only fly

beyond yonder
thought
and stills of stormy waves
flying
as thou
no morrow.

Fly high
kite might.

swoop not
go higher
swell well
climb up
the shams of sellers,

The visit

will shed
and
show new light
on why.

you come
like indiscriminate
pushing
shoving
moving.

Satin
in
clothe.

Tin in
cloaks.

Plus or minus
a or u.

Jam your jelly.

How do we do Sir

Poetry first
then
a bit of Keats
and then dwell
on Coleridge
and Robinson Crew.

Storm
came
like
shakes.

Life as quakes
Him
as
his own self
truth of
non identity.

Bless the cross
and build the bullets
in
a
factory.

Bless miss
hap
who
always
happy.

Kristeva blooms in narrative of Velvet

Intertexts
researched ages
and put to
press.

Long story short time frame
spindles of yarns
breathtaking shots
of period.

Cannes
thou shall
admire this classic.

The coocoon and its Silk

Modern  vintage
is
velvet Bombay
stars abound
and story fails
as
it has to a times -cape
set
by
the progenitors
of this new
bollymove.

Bang on
new Indi Jazz
parts sizzle
like
the
crown of depiction.

No way to follow
narrative
as direction spills over pictorials
rave acting
and
controlled acts
dwell
long after the movie
is done.

Kudos
Ranbir
and Anoushka.

Ditto the crew
for damaging
sights
and Anurag for a new historical
jam with Trivedi in focus.

KK is
stoned
and
perfect.

Martin
shows
himself in the bang scenes
and disallows
the
perception of
suspension of disbelief.

The rating
is very high
because
it is novel as in new.

Under 15
not highly recommended
because it bores
the history
a
notch higher
than text.

Raveena
does
stand up show
and raises
the quotient notches high.

All in all
chill for the critics
and money for fans.

Wait for the
music and stills in the
seen mind
show
how
it is done.

RGV rethink cinema
as you as also
an
Icon.

And the debutant
reveals
a
character
like his own directorial mansions.

Bombay
no
longer
Velvet.

Shape of hope

Grimm bros
write
horror.

In the mind only.

Not planes drowned
sunk in the
pics.

Leading figures
will
mislead.

In with Abbo indoors

teaches
how
to
die
in
black spots
such that
he knows
how
the
bullet struck.


Same
but no
gut
hide
till
time.

Landscape
is
the
new
culprit
with
new
deaths
on its hand.

Brother bro
we
shall
bury
and pray
later
at leisure
in shame.

In a church
looking
Godot.

In desire of the Elms

The land
makes
people
freewill
not
determinism.

Choke
bloke.

In
the
towers
opposite that stadium.

Hey
Sanu
is it
real.

Scones muffins and lil gifts

shall
pamper
let go time now.

in the
Kingdom
butterflies
have
to
have a permit
to
fly.

Butter
where is thy fly.

How shall you deal

O
-
-
looker
lost
in
depths
no answer
shall the bill
be
raised.


Language does repeat
a few
alphas
Intertext
S
and B.

Hindkush

Lovely peaks
speak
of
homes blown away
a
burning block
for dead
and shadow of
bullets.

Shane can you spin
yes
Sir
left to right.

Blindie
the
grave was
pre made.

The situation
stocked
you
as you
went asleep
and contradicted
truth.

Go
bell
phones
and
find
junk.

Who awards the prized Pulitzer

Game
on the
panel.

Who does it?

Like
the
seal
done nothing
but
a job.

In
the mountain
to move
the
suffering
into
tents.

Dail
shall
I
a
lama.

Monks by the way
Harsh
do
not
live
or
hate.

Wander
from
your
grass
to
speak
true.

20 is not solving
the
mystery.

Blanket storm

and raw
how shall you like to be
done.

The onion
strips
till a core.

Radio
move a bit
because the Earth just did.

Slipped
anew
cold case burns hard.

Found a boner
while looking
in deep dead seas
searching for a disappearing kite.

In flight lost
contend with
false news
like the compound
in
unfortunately
Abbo Bad.

Pi
is
a sign.

Some reflection
of true soul.

Hang
on
lover
still
more
soliloquy
or
solo deeds.

The Hat

which does not hate
sleeping disorders
nor pure lust
brimming venom
sleeping lies
dirty deeds.

Pick
Ass
O
bummers
done.

Shall clearly
do wanton.

Blaze away
sway
to rescues.

Somebody Teach Onions

And layers
visit Conrad
late entrant
do not rant.

history
time Universe
the onions never
known

shallow depths
surface in dim light
radio
ga go.


New vistas
and radio anew
will buzz
with
classic reads.

Shall sky permit
blue of Mars
one day.

A pig sty

Is what a shattered
body
shall
obviously look like.

Not front of any skirt
Brutus his own dimension.

July
shall
soothe
and
ride
new
bullets.

Economy of fallen
ships.

Eugene O Am Neill

Shift thought
shame windmills.

Rewrite Greek
fantasy
churn desire.

Hollow shapes

Write the gut
draw the drill

Throw innards
leap up.

To drown
clowns.

Clam bought
show off blanks
into the
non.

How shall burn the stakes

The
ignored horror
climb up stories
of brick.

Depths below
the sand.

Lull sleep.

Canter on.

Jump shallow.

Climb up tree
and yell
the depth of pain.

Thrown
non Images
neither
Picasso or selfie
lie low
Ocean
wash not upon
land.

Algebra and its women,dimensions and Piccaso

Sold out
stream off
shapes
of the pulp.

The con of Arts
the Pulitzer
shaking  new quakes.

Art of variant dimensions
angles
swift
and of colour.

The map
moves outward
slides
and takes
some.

The drop
and reporting of glam.

Shelley
tell
what
happened.

In your poem.

As
chinks in the armour fall.

Pick ass O
dream
on.

Polite story

Seems so the
bag of
holy
drips.

How blood sheds
drop by drip
red
blue
colour indiscriminate.

Wine white red
lost cause.

Fireworks
agony
for blind.

S

will
come
abrupt
still
coming.

Colour of wine

Red for bliss
dirty red for the guy.

Bang for the
lost father
who drove
trains
planes
and other.

Sign up
dirty
deal.

Or jell
your day.

butterfly

fly
so
long
and kiss
the beast
who
you
still
for
money.

Shake that blue jar of truth
come jell
or shake jelly.

Do not welcome
dwell
in homes of corpses
timed out
shall
see
the
soul.

Then no swing

The home
and its knock
pull
so well
that the door
says hello.

Come pay up
still in the pants
Oh desire
where do you lie.

In the letter S
or
the arm of family.

Zee
is
a program
shoot of real.

Like the dream
of disaster.

Count who comes
and goes.

Easter Monday.

Bang a lore

Time does not blot
nor listens to a lore
of
the past.

Did Bang
a
lore
real
estates
to the brim.

Shall lore
a bang then.

Run as you knock
say not
shall
I come
in.

Bang a lore
or
lore a bang.

Wolf in sheep
hither
thither
faceless
in my domain.

Lore the bang of
fingers
in grave.

Still playing
keeps coming
the B word
and lore
of bang.

Et Tu Shootus

Brutus then
shadow now
yelp

for help
for May
delivers.

In rubble is the search
a bubble
a year plus old.

Times of people close to heart
if not where to look.

Why did the kite fly?

The Cars

The creeps
just come
here
there and tither
gone
is the
seller
packing up.

Still early
but the heart is still on
unbled
solitary
witness
nonetheless worthy
of brave
actions.

Cauldron
of witches
brew life
unlike
landslides
into mirror.

Or
firmaments of
dream
and morrows
sleeping places
quiet baths.


Jostling space
burden of the dead
unforgiven deals
of yore
gore.

Drive
a donkey
very fast
white.

Merry done to
shores
of false lament.

He was not killed
by others.

Only croc tears.

May day escape

Go
May
fall
of trees
tell me true.

May day
is distress call
none made.

Dunk
the ball into its
basket
make sure
casket sealed.

Ask
hello
to
shroud the dead.

The deed done.
May you have
no day.

Strap on Guns

target
the
soul of blood
which seeps into mind.

do it
and
again

sleep on copses

dwell in caves

dim light

welcome
heroes.

Flutter twitter and sing that old song

If
that helps
or
book a face
to
be there
when gone.

Keats you rogue
did not Fanny
love thou.

Pride
as
work
not shunted talk.

Shall fair
count
on
death day.

Well of
disaster
jump up
if that face has a heart.

Dwell on tides

Rupture
deconstructs metaphors
anger
shreds
nine multiplied by
its
square.

Conduit
realms
conquering
dichotomies.

Dawn
Era
New.

Conditioned Reasoning

A war scaling
new dimensions
some bullets
and broken dreams.

M
is for
Mom
merci
and
its
whereabouts.

Blind
person
wake
up.

Take not  toll
of
burnt pyres.

The haunting
dreams.

Of desire.

The Short Post

Buddham
Sharanam
Gaachami.

Nature zooms in

Focus
there
to a stray limb
stash that half body
in limbo.

The alive gone
who
to look after dead
some sell tides
incognito.

Waves of Tsunamimoo
transport
shocks
uneven stray
dents.

Bent vials of energy
splitting
just
apart.

Chill of the wind
and despair at rain
relentless.

Smashed skulls
broken photo frames.

Clear new nature.

May of Ides

Sleep well
in
April
the
Ides.

Changed
May is
the new
Month
dictated by
real Moon and Full Sun.

Joke
for
a cause
romans go away.

Swell The Blind

Shakes
breaks
trips
the
Mountain
shout louder and it rolls
Avalanche
temples
not
touched
show signs
of
seeping
colour.

Find
now
drafts
head on water.

Shadows
of
crack.

Rip Moon

Staying late
up the moon
see
the
quake
shake.

Riddled
bullets
cushion
smooth
hope
gone.

Self
portrait
not
image
after
ward.

Who shall
tell
the tale.

Come drive

The
tanumoo
drill
chills
and cold
storage
the
dawn if new
era.

Spill
jump
roar
lie
vent
come
come again
spin.

Still leave
not the cheat.

Closet
lover.

Like
both
gone.

Spills,frills and slopes

The Nothing

swam like dead
swills of pieces
or
a lament for them.

say
sky
did you swallow
colour
not spill
reams of disaster.

drum of agony
pipes of memory
stilled Time.

Stall
stay
Myth do not rear your head.

Not from the Island
big small
cozy.

Easy escape for those divers.

Yet we look..

The sky
swallowed a lot
Seas just a bit
back not broken
swelling tide
heaps of wing
and
lost burden.

Three will happen
in an
instance
zoom of the noose
dash of the pit of cock
drip of tear.

If Creative is not this

Not
pre-determined
dramaS
nor sequel
to
plan.

Not Challenges
dings
or false
bings
but
search.

periods
of disaster.

looming breath
of
the dinner I was to eat
Easter make
goodfromthesand.

Love
if
I
was
the
one
posted
sand and got rolled
yet
again.

Swindle

as
we
shall

spilling if
doing
what
ought to be done.

Jump
do
break the zone
of basket
by pulling an
shot of the hat.

hustle
hustler
search for, for
food.

leap
hide
hustle
hurt
not
the
thorns
dwell
on
desire
or
pull
the
trigger.

Grows the Inteleft

If not
goony
of no residue
slide major
and
go wrong string
on the minor
spill
why we fly.

Bored is Gore.
Stems of grove
stilled in droves.

The Sham
of
asked for.

Gone and took off

Non answer
question
not pertinent
love neither lost
seeking closure.

Numbing figures
count off hand
sleep waiting
for
news done.

For debris
never found.

Seemingly non true

Fragments of pieces
bottled
for match.

Gore
at its best.

Beach
for lengths
crop
of
snap.

One
articulate
other swept
under oceans untold.

Coleridge do not stir Sir

Reading
Non Neo Romantic
postures
in
lingo.

Waiting
for
the list
fragments
pieces
sense

to say
who
lost when

a whimper
and
footage
of
that
space.

Wonder
not much
this is what is
the object.

Pure oblivion.
burning Sun.

The Romantic object

As if
If as
fountains in deep blue
lost souls
not accounted for.

Crumpled mess
fluid clear pics
not of sky but ocean deep.

Forgive
this is real.

Shown details
of mine
the
curse is yours
why
did they fly.

The Kites.

With no progression
flight or wind
nor
idea to land.

As if
If as.

Stormy Wind no Oxy

Albatross
cross
not kill my rat.

Zone fly
Ocean
looms
yonder.

Copy cat
one blue
and white the other
still souls
crushed burden.

Reams News
still disaster
open story
closed moments.

Horror slide
words tumble
beneath
meaning.

Desolate spins
zero gravity.

Steep high
sleep lull
be done in a jiffy.

The Romantic subject.

Less not ing to Doris

From
text untarnished
clear
spoken
articulate
images .

Dorris not Lessing
spindle non cognisant
spills all colour.

Master says saffron
it spins blue

What an affront
despair
not
blue can be white.

The cross a nail
and
sky ocean.

The Probability

Eschewed in lost meta data
conscious limitations of desire
untold
briefs
lost
common souls.

No manes
windows
shadows
gleams
light.

Spills ever
glows
grimaces
hides
blush.

Finding
lost objects in blue
shall
burden reveal.

Fly zone.

Probably probable.

Mane,planes and meteors.....

A post digital
post modernist
proposition.

Trains, planes and automobiles
Veins, rain and suppositions
like
wonders in
plural.

Dingo
the claw
goes thus.

Vertical space do
not
speak.

The blank of youth
in unmatted blonde non splits
and propaganda
let it soothe
a pain of
never here never gone.

The image of repetition
conjures
non truth
and
cajoles into a sense of lull
ill-defined
trajectory of falling debris
discovered
years after.

The search is on.

Something Pink can shock

As can blood
and lead
brown swill
drill over soft corners.

Barter
we
make Guns and bullets
can we have some
fruit.

Well
pink is bliss
red abhorred
can you investigate my humdrum.

The twist of blur
spins time
desires contrast
rules
words spill
and race
or jump
up slide down
hide
and create a lesser mess
then
WAR.

The lost
people
shall
be seen soon.

Day of the Poems dirge

Sweep the floor
of ocean bed
let poems
on its day
rethink
a new ploy.

A dirge cannot
I play or write
lost in sky searched in Ocean
not
songs
or lies
nor tabs of the gone
but
swept
under too many words  of prose
poetry is
crushed.

The days of lost many
and its this celebratory dirge
of cut prayer.

Do poems speak
the word of war
well
the world of War
the muse as is never
sure.

Ms Greer thanks for the blink and miss moment

At  QUANDA
silence in  answer
split beams
joined by true quest
Gem of a narrative
Erica Jong speaks in whispers.

And this more true
that
is a lie.

Game theory
picture versus video
born of fate
and kiss of hate.

That depiction staged
propaganda
shocking.

Did young blondie
act hair out
in this discourse of various means.

Split
jinx
sky lost
ocean burdened
by escaping items
and gaping cameras.

Germaine Greer
thanks for that special moment.

The Brides of wind

of wind
blown
swept across
search
the
span.
 Brides run mayhem
seeking
no land as law.

Brides of Identity
searching
what
they
know;

truth
self
or the gloss
of this non done glass
shattering and blowing
into
a crust of thousand
pieces
blown
over seas.

The
seal
if shroud
and ping of pain
repeated.

Skull the ocean
and ride waves
brides
see over
the
run of rush.

A year
is no brute
nor a bride.

Say and mock
bride after pride
swept
and gone
whispers of a kind.

A Study of Literary Politics

The polemics of desire
stimulate
episodes of new language
often capsuled into short phrases.

Easy to learn and capture in your waking or sleeping memory
it is rhythm with a causative effect.

A socio-political driver
a chant of power.

Desire sliding of metaphors
as language adapts to new technology.

The lingo is colourful
not placid with a singular core
but multi layered
Intertext.

Time swells
and splits
cells into halves
of units
and roars in time.

The birth of
brains not brawn.

A new language
which is full of desire;
This is majority...
This is our gifts of mercy..
This our land...
This our win up here in
the Capital.
This new technology
which chases you.

This a new lingo
and Saffron cut.

New Lingo The Mixed pattern

yo Yo go string
is there
a home to return.

Four walls and
lead in action.

Come back home;
The Taj
looks down and glares across the down plains
and
asks who does this belong to?

The land
this that there and in particular
that island.

A sacrifice burnt youths folly
and weakness
of desire.

Yo yo wire
do not go
for stars in attendance.

Stay back here
The tides
will turn and sweep vertically up the hills
and
say whose angels are we?


This place
or far away place of space
that location.

Four walls
have
a prayer;
The crux
same.

Peace.

Stay cation

Not caution
a
place
home
where with free time you party
here around home.

Staycation not vacation
nor
strange countries
and odd laws.

Stay here
good times have not a
noose as freebie.

They will
do
the
deed.

In this ultra modern world
because they were once
smart and foolish
youth.

But you learned
wise
and
proper.

Why fine
what
the boys did ages ago.

Save your good judgement
to give life.

The Island of Death

White sands
murky lanes
faceless demons
lead lodged
in windy
sessions.

Fly and do it fast
lead
but
the shards will remain.

You the keeper
of this sea enclosed space.

You the trigger
of disaster industrious.

You the slayer
of better souls.

Touch them Mate
and
the tide will turn.

If the brothers are done

Reformed thinking on their feet and Art
please
give them us back.

If true
shoot at sight
but not now.

They are not the age they were then
Pardon
Merci
beg you.

Or I promise
that
that
land will never be seen
and cursed
well that two
will do more than thousand do.

Keep off stay away
give them back
we are sorry.

If you kill
as
Law
why
do those elements survive there.

Haven of fun
gloating lie.

They draw pictures now
not offensive ones
but rural images of life.

Did your or any authority
give you the licence to kill.

Trigger happy
brutal Island

Think Again
or
that
place
will
be
remote.

Sorry, but you shall not
drop blood.

Bond the James

Save
sinking words
worlds of
Dover Beach
Rime of the Ancient Mariner
from oblivion
or
do itto; (mine).

Push and be drawn
a
written cartoon
swept
under no linguistic boundaries
speak as
well there.

Shirt front
found that
Mojo
Listen
then the incredible
Holo
in Par Lam.

We
bed lamp
not afford
why did
you buy this
Halo.

Just a ting
ring
of light.

See my clown
tells
and runs.

Holo
is
Hollow
that place which Kahn
slip of tongue
job for
Freud
or
Intertext
Theory.

Go
Rule your roost.

Read sometime.

Numbers gain

Arrogance
minus
Anger
is equal to:

A minus
n
g
e
r

left with
roc.

Perfection
of Eternal space.

A verbal cartoon my Abbo

The Science of Literary Theory
is pure maths.

Numbers and equations resolve in a signification of
core.

Creative artefacts of literature
speak high of composition and order
to lead relevance of reader response.

Framing of thought
sequentially
building up story
like the Sonnets
or magnification of emotive
Emily Dickinson

The poetry
of Intertext.

The teaching journal of
The Chronicle of Higher Education
quoting Peter Monaghan;
01/24/2003
Jan-Feb, Oxford American;.......
....The travails of teaching Emily....

....How can one hope to teach poetry when one's students are "destimulated"and homogenized and ...........

This new twist is
sweat and blood
of
how to employ a good writer or speak like a buffoon.

Abbo
Holo is not Halo
the ring which you see each hour.

Holo was
loss of reason.

Example;
The difference between
Arrogance
and Anger.

Whodun it

The course of The Capital
easy done sailed with wind.

Zoomed periphery  South down
a battle won
war tzoned.

Swiss watches are dignity magnified
pearls of beauty with time
against tide
odds.

Blades, stainless steel, razor sharp
finesse of finish
now deal $
dirty
unequally.

Money Money what thou are
in this Island
we are not free.

Pay Swisse or do the guess
of Roulette
free Caliban
or wait  the
Prince.

Money Money what thou do
without banks
far from stealth.

Hide under pillows
of masks
unlock secrets
lay them on tabloids
fresh.

Money Money what thou think
without borders
seeped in love.

Barter better butter want
like for need
no Gun for wheat
or sky to water
unfree.

Adam Smith said Money is whatMoney does

Stash
under  pillows
billowing in Alps
no speak
word
hidden
construct
unfurling lie.

Nimble
as simple
doe does sleep in the forest
unawakened
sham glam.
bitter gourd
never there
stems of rose
bloom forever.

Unknown designs unfurled
voices rejected
folly of one
pleasure of some
beam of total
toll surprise
total
clarity
unseen before.

Bling,whisper and sky

The spams of  poems
lie deep in chasms
of
directionless waves
crimson
lanes of blood
and fort of fortress
swept under.

Rapt
stars
daunting dreams
shores of sand
tree of birth.

Truth of stem
unseen
untold lie
fathomless pit.

Spill it did not
not hung
nor free yet.

Capital  will churn out
seams of reams
paper
blank.

The Parrot and the Ladybird

Poetry is Nature
if not blind
and inexcusably busy mess
of modern
lead power
ripping bone and marrow
within range.

Bullets the basic
missiles the secondary
bio and eco game brutal.

Parrot shading  sun
grass on feet the
ladybird in view.

Beer and a shadow
with chips;
potato chips I'm afraid;
in between
that single colourful parrot
and beauty.

The birds do this very often
just
fly
beyond the imagination.

Can Stay

We need no spill
over last oceans
of Bps
and this.

Stable
Abbo
stride on but talk well.

Turn tide
not bills.

There chaos as well
who sits is shrouded
hung either way it will
be
as
the trading is on now.

Jump bandwagons
precipice
of unholy Glory.

So do not claim the
Sir is real;
or That Flight
was recovered
not
bones
or phones
but a tonne of wreckage
so do think again.

The ships sailed
to quantify some aura.

Free Education
Manus respected.

Health  with no cuts
nor stolen living
and discrimination.

Digital education

Ask
question
run
or
jump.

Time of rut
bliss of random
slice of truism
blabber of imagine
realism
in action.

Time well spent
gore in story
dingers not
spent with streaming
blood.

Stalling time by quotes

Dimensions of time are
floral
casts of space.

Read this quote from
the same writer;

At the Adeliade festival;
pg 226 of text:

This year seeking fertilization, I travelled ten thousand miles to the Adelaide Festival's Writers Week .I arrived knowing  very little about Adelaide:  capital of South Australia, close to the Barrosa Valley where German migrants established many excellent vineyards, site of the most excellent cricket grounds on earth.....

Within hours of my arriving, however, I  was offered a memorable summary of the city by one of my hosts.  'It's called the city of Churches, Adelaide' 'he said. 'But one of the churches is now a discotheque, and what's more it's the first disco in Australia to show porno films......

homelands imaginary

Theory of Criticism and Now

Salman writes thus 1981-1991;

To take the case of India, only because it's the one I'm most familiar. The debate about the appropriateness of English in post-British India has been raging ever since 1947;but today
,I find, it is a debate which has meaning for the older generation. The children of Independent India
seem not to think of English as being irredeemably tainted by its colonial provenance. They use it as an Indian language, as one of the tools they have at hand....


Salman Rushdie quoted there.

Turn the Bill

The class
is
important
and deeds more.

Turn the bill
or run away
Delhi
is the new beast.

Hung
will be
the vote
democracy of power.

Coy
demure
slippery
escaping stats
will fade
go down
a supernova
of stream of energy.

Bill turn it on
down the hill
swoop
or
peck
a touch of rebel.

7th will
release
institutional
pedigree
out of context.

Tea is not diplomacy
nor
parades
of galore.

Bite dust
seek a Knight
or Prospero
will
create
a star of a world
which has
colour.

Taj you the crown
empty space
time standing.

Once this was

the loss of
a
knight
before the coronation
spiked
challenge.

Barbs do not hold
desire not convincing enough
the eye of the bird which
speak
a
common run
fly
away
unknown.

Sit o
on a plane
easy
fly
no back.

A poem of disaster.

In the waters a face says

Break the violence
stop the blood
of you and me and
all together
TS wrote
ages ago
can
we
pattern that.

Like me like
a
mirror
water
show me
how
images
bear.


The soul in clear waters
fire
alive.

The Full Bloom

Also called the Full Moon
light to space
put rest all doubts
crystal clear
the bells sounding
reception clear.

Full Moon
counted down
a
simple
exercise
but good to write a hand script
of
word
or recite numbers.

Jap is mala
not thr
war thou.

Abbo where the cloak
Put it in
navel or
care less
shadow of mine
created by this moon.

Bling bling gonna see it

lost beau
with

secret

unknown.

the barking
of
dipped souls
happy
that the answer is lost.

O bummer
in poem
Pres
in real iife
fake
the S
and reap
timer.

A space of time.

Team of make up

Go and go try
a bite
bitter.

Shit is what dogs do
the dream
of new trench
overlook
the day
when  met.

Say it aloud
bark youse.

Hide shade
play wind
shake metaphors
or
silly tales
the game is on.

Run to oblivion
the
zenith
is here.

The Scholar Anhmanyu

Learnt from rote
from the womb
that
is
Arjun concentrating
on target.

Blessed by Bhishma
his
fan
Abhimnayu
fought a lost war
destined to be trapped he
was
in this falsity.

Rudra spoke with fangs
bitten by
spiders
a lullaby
to soothe.

Can poor soldier
listen to the din
of
rumbling chaos.

Fight is what
is ask
if in doubt
ask alphabets
random.

Petrol Petrol everywhere no money to pay

Science folks
walkers shall do the routine

King Sir
how come so much price is this of fuel

Stalled cars and no feet
swing go my way

Newton said three:
what goes up comes down:
push x and reactive dash will be y;

The third of his eye shall not be disclosed
nor the source of seas.

Apple apple who will task
the falling from the lost tree.

The corporations
which bleed.

Back benchers do have a point

Petrol can we do
gas
diving prices of fuel
rising deliveries of terror.

Balance it and weigh
or measure it.

Sky which demands
space
like a diamond in this universe
or a glint of dog leash.

Fly time
as
rare
creating
images of wolves
on rampage.

Superbowl and
copywriting
enveloping
ideas
of yore.

Play mister
is what u here for
if not sell what
you
here for.

Treat senses Godly
not fuel
disaster.

Terror and tower terror
stay
away
you break not make.

Coleridge and suspension of disbelief

The Albatross
flew
in the "Rime of the Ancient Mariner:

Now Sir Queens island
has fallen.

Shall we dedicate this loss
as a hastily made armour
gone rogue.

The publications have ceased for now
but gore is like new news
numbers
in holy places.

Romanticism was termed Non-Romantic
full of fire and change.
The opposite notation text discourse-- benevolent and liberating.

Pilots seem to be
reading Erica Jong a lot.

Inexplicable disasters
foolish wars
Sir
knight
Manus on suspension
truth and beauty is in the poems
of
Keats.

"Constant vigilance is my motto...' named Donnely......fear flying.

Caricatures of seen people

There is this misnomer
Rush Die
but a classic of modern times
censured in trouble
hankered
maimed
threatened
but not touchable.

The analogy is simple
a reader has to go grapple with reams of paper
in black and white layered metaphors
to seize imagination.

The faculty of sight differs in speed of reaction
you see
you do.

ram
ram
will
beget
plumes of smoke.

Pencil love
and not its opposite.

Gems of domestic cartoons

Thin line between
offence and total offence is
a wrong stroke,
thousand at stake.

Dwell on the carnival to say the
truth
or raise
Keat's
from his book..

Not from Fanny Browne though
because
the
Cholera may strike in text of Marquez
because in  Romanticism lies the key
defining  fine Arts from Art in general.

Dizzy creations
of
no design
and music of the soul drive this act of free romantic thought.

To parallel this with the zenith of mindless war
is like mining the Ocean.

and
make more war by the blacks and whites.

Colour is the world
and
shades of it linger.

Fear of Flying by "Erica Jong",
what on Earth is that paperbook in your hand.

Well honestly I fear flying.
Since Intertexts from time are flying
into uncharted Oceans.

Sir can you relate to this discourse?




L

The Basic of Query

The subject of 
discipline
pertaining to self and learning
is thus:

Answered or questioned
is the basic query
Science
or
Art
that unfathomed dot in the spiral.

Galaxies collide
plasma shifts frames of time
and human yearns.

The query is so....


 In the pattern
of a multiple choice questions choose a discourse to reflect on meta language and comment on the above given Intertext.

A) Science
B) Art
C) Religion
D)Philosophy.

The secondary question is simple though;

How different are the disciplines and opinion
to discourse in Art.

Cartoon is a discourse.
Text and Meta Language is in fact.
Philosophical leaning and related thoughts are basic of  total sum of language learnt
and this is your Intertext.

Let us play.

Day of 26

Celebrate
life
new world
of
nothingness.

Hollow wine
and
solid
steel.

Lost cause and
winning desire
raw war on tv
new stills on video
ramparts of rock
Industry of Gold.

Dear dear
where are targets
bullets in pocket
lockets around neck
talismans on dingers(my emphasis d subs F)

Seller seller what can you say
if there was voice
no speak
is
no sell
as in
story of poor
poor
poverty
which no digital finger escapes.

At last the
finger was pointed
the deed done
yet
escape is not at hand.

Bones shall not lie.

Diminutative Potrait

Laugh lungs off
a
picture
tells
lot.

You and him
the banter of disaster
short and tall
full
of
bullets.

Funny
is the image
of contrast
the
O and M.

Read and you shall know
how not to paint
or
taint
a photo.

The image of that time.

Doing the new age

Of laps and lost pals
of
cabs in the new world
with
a clause
pillage or rape
is
permitted
here.

M of words
know
Padma
is
a
name
of a kin called
 rose.

Anarchy
is
also
a way to show the ropes.

Reason is
what it ought to be.

Treason
the works of it
damages
souls.

Live long
lost
souls.

We world not Universe

We are the
songs
which
evaporate into thin air
but
we
also
ignore
other
songs
which beam
long
timeless pings;
mirror
reflecting
ageless
space.

Folds of desire
and
hands
of doom
loop easy
domain
of
when.

The folly

Sweet
soft
comes
and goes
not
person but folly.

Wise
folly

kicked
away
to drill sense
of
what it could end up.

Ripping dreams
like
cartoons
of
paper
open
to
more
revenue.

The ramparts of Taj
shook
blamed
on miscreants
but
where was
the
time of destiny.

Not called
O
and
A
for nothing.

The new alphy is M
for
come home dear.

Grill
the
power
till
you have none to
live for,
a fake
 manufacturing
machines
will
spill blood.

Broken bones
shattered houses
is what
the
leader
of the house
will have tonight.

Dream a loss you

nonna
was that good in your time slupp
the
fun
when he never looks
do not lie
I seen it all

me
you lie
and  parallel
as
u enjoy
did wine do you twice
or
lack of face did you real
non number.

thank god
lins
is not me.

dream
the killing
of
judas.

Dream
age
not withstanding.

Perhaps Matthew
has
guts
to say
the cross
is
being
done random
and
blame
not
the
wise.

The
loops
are
singular
a
dimension
of
new
power
broking
heaps.

Sunny
days
and evil
designs
as
though
congress
of
ideal minds has no space.

Should
disintegration
push
the desire.

The winds
of
his
change
crux
of
fallen
soldiers
or
the like.

Tempest
on
soil
blow
the
winds
of death again
let
sky fall
into depths of Earth.

The Abbo road
is clear
Buddha
can
we
ignore youse for a moment.

No refuge is wanted
nor
the
will to love.

Buddha live forever.

Being standing there long.
Take it easy
hinder not a soul.
L is for life
G for gender
B for being bold
T as is trying to educate
a mad world.

Me
learn
or teach.

The way to split
wombs

Is kinda
the
wrong manner.

The Abbo road

Twisted lanes
of
long lie
be
there
where
none
goes.

Break
this
respect
of
life.

Live like
saffron
or
white
or
black.

Manu
wrote
some stories
sitting
on that
Island.

Does this road
come here.
Or
The state of Art
lays
low.

Chip and clank
show
the
state
of the
notion.

Home
back
the
Prodigal Son
the
burden
of
the
dead.

Easy questions hard answers

Resentment breeds
a
new thought
easy questions to
ask
difficult to answer.

Gone are days
fly by night
someone pays for your
trip
and all you do
is break
a family.
fly
more
faceless
and remember
your
pooches
are
real biters
ferocious
haters
who
hit and run.

welcome back
seller.

hope Judas
reads.

Each face has an answer

Not in the book
of
faceless
rob maim kill pander
shoot
kill
maim
and lie.

Go on till
the page blank
and
lost.

Do they
worship
or speak truth
and
face up.

Sellers of commodity
do
business
sometimes
dirty.

The place in a colony

Go zap
this
like x to y
and
v to c
as we colony
criss cross
and here
we are
numbers
in the grotto.

Walk up and down
talk nonsense
and say
son.

And run
face
is
a lost commodity

Do  it with Matthew,John and
more unread
and
not forget
the
designs of hairdressers
who ran.

Tinawinkle
of the rut
where was
that baby dressing down.

Now how many lost
not a count
perhaps
he can eat more food
the
dream
of a man.

Say hellow with a kiss
bye with a hallowed
cheek
though
Beeches will
fall.

tame up tiger

Lower case mine
or stand down autocracy
not
flakes of groundnut
shake the paradigm of
power
the toil of soil
and burden of disaster.

Messengers
do
not convey
this
path map
the search will
this world

Folded in ether
was
a
search;

Tiger face up
time
you
fly.

Peace will stagnate

Frost of Iceland
come
cool tempers
give a life a zest to combat
a perspective bold
to hold fire
and seep thorough eyes
on
all.

A tear
or
cut
red will seep.

This fabric of life
losing
the
cloth of sensibility.

Naked Images
of
dream
do not
fulfil
signification so let go
of
kill.

Asl Peace will show
the way we kill.

Swift in his tub

John
scribbled history
on
papyrus
of the short and tall people.

Funny
not a lullaby
a fear story
how can
tall fight with one crushed under feet.

A joke
fictitious version of Dante.

More like the carnival
of
Bakhtin

unforgiving
 a metaphor
for
giving
a new idea.

Is Venus the new Paris

The signs
are there.

The brute force
of the
unknown
yet to be seen
though previewed
bodes ill.

Is this a
new
economy.

To raise a storm and quell it.

The beard
which is not shaved
confront pain
and see what
I conceive.

See
think
study
react
word
to word only.

Not signified beyond verification.

Not Conrad or Whitman
and yet the signifier remains a bullet.

Or
bunch of them firing in tandem
like
Oscar of The Tin Drum.

Alphabets can count
Am
Au
BEmpire
China
CommonwelthC
EU
French and colonies
G of numbers
India
Kony
Jakarta and Indonesia certainly
Kaula  Lampur

Moscow
Oscar
Peoples party
Quebec
radical pure
Siberia
Trust ....

The idea
which of Venus
to
say
I.

Real.

2 things to enjoy;a lullaby and the Interpretation.

The Lullaby
Can you see the stars from your window
yes and no
do and show.

Walk out there
the stars never move.

Did you face the sun when out at the car
left and right
clear and crisp.

Stop out there
it will never stop shining.

Where was this tree yesterday seen
there and not
birds beyond.

Cut a branch
and kill a stump.

The lullaby is forever
a
moon
to sleep
and
fly to sky.


Part Two

The Interpretation

Serious matters
of what cartoons
do.

Should censor be the right word
unless
Milton pardons it.

Yet, the sinister causes so much
break of peace
that look
ugly.

First let hard art
go underground.

Let us enjoy caricatures
in
the midst of discourse.

Lone is a man
who thinks
no higher
than two yards of him.

Excuse the fallacy
but that being has no knowhow
of
what a lullaby means.

Lulled into sleep
all the years
gazing at sun, stars, moon
bang he goes.

Let Buddha teach
how
to run a
bar.

A beauty of depiction
with
a meaning of million
interpretations
facebook
take that
"One kills a man
One kills a million".

But race to move
are barred by a technical disturbance
which rears and kicks up
mesh of lingering spaces
not yet solved.

To
give forever
is the right
of
all.

Explicating this desire of forgive
is basic,
all
higher humans do that.

Who did it it:
we all
collectively
live in a union with time
and
do contribute.

So should we celebrate the
doom
of impending
fear
or
dispel the notion that
written text demands a simple rule;
if you do not understand
please
do not not enter this metaspace.

Also the other secondary connotation
I am...
speaks eons
in the space of a cubed cpace.

Peanuts can be poison or super food
as
explicated.

Get stuck of an disaster at sea
and only food
available
is
peanuts from the pantry.

That is superfood.

Live in Nutsville
where
food
is
handmade to order;
Allergry not allegory
simple as sting.

Freedom.

Kristeva and Lacan

New age
prophets.

The Tempest rewritten here

The chronicle of higher Education wanted
a
rewriting of The bard's final play.

Was back then in ages
the ocean
same and the sky
with a twist
no longer shipwrecked
but
lost airbourne.

The untold Paris

Of yore and not gore
pure Paris
did you lose
some form of face
in this age of ebooks.

Come forget it
laid to rest
razed to ground
stump to root
parrots loss
soon
or gain a grain
of eternity/

Buddha is a Bar
in Paris.

Party
with free new freedom
make pink
not
rose
glitter of the boom
nor boom of the gun.

Sure did
the son of tius soil
visit places.

Bamg Bang
and
Paris.

Love in Tokyo.

Cusp of desire.

The lost is a bet

Shall we
or not
low into sands of time
or swell in arms of S
not known
to world
a name for fame.

Lost in time
the news of loss.

Come and gone ringing church bells
a
story
of new Christendom
thorns which
prick the other.


The wrong
description
of a foolish mover.

Sully the Khan of no talk and all sword

Can you fight without meaning
ass should not
the bells of the church ringing a hundred bells
ticking on lies
and face up up
the
true.

How many escapes and how far
one gone other
gay
face up
the4 grime of this place
if
you have one.

Sweetheart smasher of homes
the final will
tell you much.

Come Go and ask
who the dint are you.

Strange words of alphabet

Words and order
ot time tends
to
the big lie.

The veil of confusion
and
the game of losers.

Who
What
Where

basic questions you ask of life
a wift or daft
or the jump from there to here
say not who does you.

The promise
is come get me while
the rain sings
and
let
no drops fall on the wet person.

The Matthews lied
nor
the text was wrong

wine sellers have no time to speak truth
falling
lower
selling
grapes.

Incognito tell a false tale
such that
wiped
is clear off.

Make sky not vertigo

New Intertext in this time. Satire should be played out by bouncers at doors of war and not peace .Peanuts the character versus The big idea;.

The big gun game
shoot and scoot and wake up on your console.

The space and time
acted
on
a
mechanical device.

The heart of a new whiteness
and
the trade of Marlow.

Is not Kurtz
the
decider.

Bang bang
some are gone
who took what
ask Conrad.

The value of
story
and ideas confront in
blood
and more is spewed.

As we speak.

The fallen warriors

Respect
and hark
these were pure warriors
all obligation to sense of duty
each doing the right thing as
they did.

One fun in the shade of life
fought in black and white
deft strokes of pencil
a move of dreams
value of being free.

Two or well
not
really numerically two but
colourful
red being that favourite
and
warrior of the other kind.

Space nor time will drill sense
into
obstinate characters
write only for your
kind.

Why fly when
space
beckons.

When we all cry
a
different tear
but yet lose
something.

The next warriors will be ready.

Come all

Here in Beechboro
where
all fun'is
the forgotten
are
buried
not
twice but thrice
or when that rears the head.

Scriptures as quote and heart
of
ploy.

Does
a young
live here
anymore.

Doctor coming move move

The lies of pain
or lost beloved
is
pain.

Dr or not,
rein in your glory
cause you never had none.

Sleep a dream
and
worry not.

The tempest will speak.

PK versus GOW

Path breaking
up there for Indian Oscar
the film which
shows
rural up.

Bang bang and done
can you of gold
hole this fort.

Saffron

Planes
kites
or ideas
saffron
or
congress
vapasi
or
go hard
..my take on jo hearded...
stop
the trick
and do it in.

Man of the moment
can you pull this off
and be fair
to all
ask saffron to look
not burn
or red will glow the signature of doom
and
the
way out comes from Bengal
the place of the Tigress.

Beware this story is only
fiction.

Does not matter

Go the train
to place called
Gorakhpur
and if feet and patience
see
Natha.

Seat of unwritten history
but clear to view
that
seat of high learning.

Real
and
noted
in stone
not just paper
which can neither be burnt or torn.

What
is
that ahead.

Lumbini seat of power.

Buddha says not born
nor
born again
soul realised
time
achieved.

Looking for not Dho

Sure too busy
conflict of interest so called
stand and front to save a match
never done

nor be repeated
Dhoni you did it and
respect is what you deserve
Son of Jharkhand.

Kites and the propensity to fly

Basic design
fly
and go higher
float
swing
hover

call us if needed
but fly higher

remember
water is what you fly over
never fear oceans.

Swoop
on empty space
dive into clouds.

Never lose time
or
say
not known
the flight of kite.

Train driver

has no
face
actually two
going home soon
beloved
will
follow
ten of full days
bye
and by
count down
after the
clock.

Donkey monkey

Tell us
the
lost free
from sky
to
depth

a wave of
no sully face
or look
staying home

ask n



well

Sell wine

and learn
how
not to deal

fly to sell
and escape
nothing
on
earning

come play
my
wine
with judas

Common unknkown numbers

If called from not known numbers
be'polite
say
how are you unknown,

the response is none
because
no face
no talk.

ask dirty people
what works.

Each a soul, place and heart...

Sully
your
other
two
names
no face.

Wine the first mane
and
sell'the second

how many more
sully king
and
gro mo
learn
to live
and not beg.

Can space hood eternnity

Not at all
space
lingers
and takes it
all

my space
yours
like
time

Flights of fancy
beyond time.

Downtown brats

No respect
or
feel
bang
the ball to ropes.

Like
who slides
with
tricks
from
no
seen
or appreciated
people.

One asks
Language
the other
did better

asked money
and got it.

From America to hair cut got it all.

We
live somewhere
and say
where
can
I come to see you live.

We hide like
serpents
of
yore
and enjoy
our
dinner
as well as 4 years of shade.

What is the name A..Z
same
no need
to explicate
what is who.

Well not a rant but eulogy
for the long lost.

Sweetheart

Still
hanging
around
not a space to go
are we all not meant to go dust.

Hanging around
bits
of age
and loss
of
that one stabbed.

Hang on but be
true
if
poisoned
weapons
let us know.

Its your war
so be
fair,

or indiscriminate response is
real
stop being
a bully.

Bark Bark is no communication

Sleep
as
you wish
dream
with
no talk.

Who is there
where
come on hush hush.
do the
deed
and run away.

Promise
nobody
knows.

Then duds can feel easy
but some spew
magic.

The Blore is boring
and did
twice
so so
fights of non time.

WE The new Universe

We grab and snatch
do what
it means

and forget the missing
we
live
proud
and thousand
Matthew
Christ on the thorns
and
who are you.

The old hog
remains
to run
the
machines of purity
simple
from
sky
to water.

The O
is
reclusive
not fronting
territory.

Dirty ocean
do not gallop
numbers.

Let not clear  blue sky to blame,

Loss of leverage
of dint of hop
let not
the hurt take away people.

From this Earth.

Did it our capt.....

One gentleperson of rare
shall
you be tested anymore
..
,,
none.

Not pushed
nor dealt
the way to speak
is
form what we do.

Dhone it Dho it repeat.

Game lose the plot.